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April is…

April 20, 2011

National Poetry Month!

I know it doesn’t sound very exciting, but here’s the deal: ever since I got that wickedly awful sunburn a few months ago (the one where my left arm was swollen for weeks and I could actually see my capillaries and I spent nearly two weeks feverish and ill because of it) I can’t spend a whole lot of time in the heat or the sun without getting really sick. Good thing we live in Florida, right?

The only reason I’m bringing it up is because we went to the RenFest last weekend and I ended up getting really ill. It wasn’t even that hot out, but apparently it was just hot enough to send me spiraling into a fit of nausea, chills and light headed-ness. On top of the aftermath of me being out in the sun for too long, I have a cold. So. My garden projects have been pushed to the back burner for a bit until I feel better, which means there isn’t a whole heck of a lot going on in the world of Crappy Gardening.

I’ve been submerging myself in Tolkien until my body stops hating me because I needed a little magic instead of hours of chills and migraines and aching bones. It’s working pretty well. Tolkien, sleep and lots of fruit does wonders for ‘feeling crappy.’

In the spirit of National Poetry Month, I’m sharing some Tolkien with you, because everyone needs some magic in their lives, even if it’s just a few minutes out of the day to read a piece by The Best Author Ever (says me).

Roads Go Ever On And On

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Still ’round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

-J.R.R. Tolkien

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